The leaves never moved

never crunched,

never rustled

as they violently circled,

thrashing amongst

The barren trees.

As still as a portrait, I stood

watched

frozen, as if

the blood inside

of me halted within,

petrified that even the rushing

arterial pumping

would trigger them.

Blurry, furious shadows that had no

physical figure to cast from.

I was still.

They were not.

All at once.

The leaves never moved

never crunched,

never rustled.